learning how to lose.last winter i fell in love.learning how to lose.6 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
i fell in love with a boy who had jutting collar bones and skinny legs, and whose mousy brown hair curled in all the wrong places, who had perfectly thin lips.
he kissed me for the first time in the middle of the night, and we sat on an old brown couch, under two blankets shivering in the cold watching the stars and waiting for the sunrise.
last spring i was his world.
he was everything i'd ever needed, everything i'd ever imagined. he told me he'd love me forever and ever, and that i was more important than anything in the world. one night, he spent hours on end reading me fairy tales from all over the world, until i fell asleep curled up against his chest. he'd walk me home, and i'd tell him of my father, and he'd tell me of his mother. some times i felt like i could just watch him forever. brush my fingers through his hair until the end of time.
last summer i lost my mind.
i never slept. i never ate. and he was always there. he'd hold me through the night
Confused EmotionsI feel lost, out of place,Confused Emotions12 years ago in Other More Like This
All I do is take up space
I leave myself thinking
What am I here for?
Nobody wants me.
Nobody loves me.
What am I doing here?
Where's the answer?
Where's the signs?
Where's my reason?
Where's my line?
How did I get here?
Why did I come?
Why don't I leave?
Do I know you?
When can we go home.
Why am I so sad?
Nothing's gone wrong...
Why do I feel so down?
Nobodie's hurt me...
Why is it so cold?
It's hot outside...
Why am I so scared?
I am not alone...
Why does helping hurt?
I try to be nice...
Why do they bug me?
I didn't bug them...
Why do I feel lost?
I'm inside my house...
Why don't I feel loved?
Bringer of the NightBringer of the Night:Bringer of the Night4 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Born from the kiss of a goddess
And drenched in the cauldron of lies.
He emerged as a being of entropy
Bearing the mark of flies...
His wings were made from crow-like feathers
Black as the dust of the night.
His fangs were laden with horrid infection
Made from the stone of blight.
A single bite, was poison enough
And soon they began to change...
The children loved by the lady in white
Soon they became deranged.
Powerful beings of might and magic
They soared through the moonlit sky!
They flew amongst the twinkling stars
But their gift was a burning lie...
Falling to the ground like choking insects
Crawling in the dirt with a painful thirst.
These creatures needed the taste of blood
And their friends would be the first.
Neighbours, comrades, it mattered not!
Survival become an instinctive drive.
To bite and feed was a natural feeling
And horror came when night arrived.
Men or women, children who slept;
Through windows and doors they would slithe
. .أترُكيني. .5 years ago in Letters More Like This
. . . . . لاآاآاآ تأرقيني بها
كفاها , ,
, , تلك الأيآآم يتماً
من " سعادة " تركت لها ذكرى جديده ؟؟!
في حزن عجزت تلك الأيام من تحمله , '
أتركيها , '
فلتدمع عيناها .,
فالتنوح شفتيها . ,
ProgressWe are the Monsters in the coming dark times.Progress5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
We do not scream and we do not cry,
We ignore our pains, push them aside;
We are the Monsters of the darkest times.
I am a monster of the coming dark times.
I do not scream and I do not cry,
I ignore my pains, push them aside;
I am a monster of the darkest times.
I am the Monster in the coming dark times.
I will not scream and I will not cry,
I bear no pains, none to leave behind;
I am the monster of the darkest times.
I am the Monster in the coming dark times.
I can not scream and I can not cry,
I know when to die, when to stay behind;
I am the monster of the darkest times.
You are a monster of the coming dark times.
I teach you to scream and I teach you to cry,
Never gave you time to say your goodbyes;
I am the Monster in the darkest times.
You are the Monster in the coming dark times.
You made me scream and you made me cry,
I hate you so much, I wish you'd just die;
You are the Monster in the darkest times.
Church of ChoiceA christian I was born and raisedChurch of Choice6 years ago in Urban & Spoken Word More Like This
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
Telling good from evil
ain't the pattern of my life,
now I have seen what we will
accomplish with white lies.
A christian I was born and raised
but life taught me to change.
From the good and bad I faced
A Buddhist I became.
I now spend my whole life reaching
for what I will never be,
but I live for learning & teaching,
for the journey to a dream.
And all their trying, all their preaching
will not stop me being me.
Egyetlen szo'Egyetlen szóEgyetlen szo'5 years ago in Short Stories More Like This
Volt egyszer egy kislány, akit elképesztő képzelőerővel áldotta meg ég. Amióta csak az eszét tudta, rajzolt s írt különféle csodás lényekről, melyeket társai nem tudtak értelmezni. A lány eleinte mosolyogva mutogatta barátainak hitt társainak, de azok csak egy fintort és gúnyos kacajt feleltek rá. Azt mondták, majd kinövöd. A lány képzelete azonban határtalan volt, szinte egy külön világot alkotott, amit szeretett volna drága barátainak megmutatni, de mindig kinevették. A lány mosolya végül lehűlt arcáról, s nem nevetett többet. Hiába alkotott egy gyönyörű világot, kinevették. Kinevették, mert ő más volt, mert azokhoz a lényekhez töretlenül ragaszkodott, miután gyermekkor
Why Ban Porn?Ever since the beginning of feminism's downfall--marked by the 1970 publication of Kate Millett's Sexual Politics--there has been a concerted effort by certain quarters of the movement to ban pornography. The charge was led by two radical feminists: Catherine MacKinnon and Andrea Dworkin, who, have proven quite influential on the movement today (in my home town of Ann Arbor, Michigan, MacKinnon encourages censorship on the University of Michigan's campus, and Dworkin's Take Back the Night rallies are a feminist rite of passage/group therapy). Now, Dworkin and MacKinnon's poisonous ideas have inspired many Internet feminists to rail against a boogeyman that they know next to nothing about. It is my personal belief that not only are the anti-porn feminists' efforts misguided, they are also counter-productive. Here, I will outline each of the reasons I have heard given by feminists in support of banning pornography, and I will atteWhy Ban Porn?6 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Addicting TortureClosing my eyes I see youAddicting Torture5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
In the distance...
I reach out to touch you,
But it's not real and the fragments disperse.
I open my eyes
And a tear rolls down my cheek.
Why do your memories always lead to a cry?
I just stay stuck in the shadows of you.
Trying to climb out of this dark corner
I try to push away the thought of "us".
Try to convince myself that you don't care
And that you will always be my loving torture.
The spears of your words
Pierce right through my heart.
An immense pain that I must suffer
In order to realize we've ripped apart.
Hours of silence don't comfort me,
They mock me because I'm all alone.
You bruised and scarred me,
Scraped through my skin to the bone.
I'm completely broken because of you
But I put on a smile to disguise such horror.
I've lost my sanity
Because deep down I believe you're my lover.
How different things now seem...
Cracks in every glass.
Sometimes I wish you'd love me...
So that I wouldn't die so fast.
Rendered AngelSweet music drifts carelessly from your lipsRendered Angel5 years ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
dazzling gaze penetrates mine
But you are a fallen angel.
for the sound from your lips
are profane words of hate
A rendered angel for sure
for as I reminisce, the music from your mouth
was an amused giggle not a roar of rage
Wasn't always this way
My fallen angel, your eyes used to laugh on their own
not stare with a look so sad and empty
Did you surrender my dear angel?
Sprite darling, remember to fly.
Jurei JurarJuraJurei Jurar7 years ago in Open More Like This
Jurei nunca jurar
Que juraria jamais
Pois o juramento de quem jura
Não dura quanto jura
E eu juro que nunca mais.
E jura o ditado
Que quem mais jura mais mente
Mas jura o amado
Que quem não jura não sente.
"I swore to never swear
that I would swear no more
because the oath of whom swears
doesn't lasts as it stands
and I swear to never more
it swears the saying
that who most swears most lies
and swears the beloved
that who doesn't swears never flies
The wind of the deathA halál szeleThe wind of the death5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Csont hideg ujjak nyakamon kaparnak,
álom, álom, álom, mondom most magamnak.
De ott és akkor más volt, mintha ma lett volna,
hideg szellem kéz fonódott nyakamra.
Akkor,ott, a Halál jött el értem,
nem sokon múlott,hogy nem vagyok ma halott.
Imát mormol ajkam, még így is, ha rá gondolok,
ez mentett meg akkor is ott?
Sose tudom már meg mi volt ennek oka,
a józan ész vagy a szent ima.
Áldom én az eget, s minden isteneket,
hogy észt is adtak, nem csak fegyvereket.
Beautiful EyesDo you remember all the times you said you hated your eyes?Beautiful Eyes6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
Does is still matter that I love getting lost in them?
The beautifulness that are your eyes...
That perfect brown, when your staring at me, and are content, to no end.
That bright golden brown that make your eyes so mesmerizing and take me in
That perfect hint of light and dark, when your staring at me,
and I'm staring at you, and I know exactly what your thinking.
And baby, I love you too.
Your eyes are an ocean to me, and I want to drown out at sea.
Your eyes draw me in, and I don't ever want to leave that gaze.
So, don't close your eyes dear, I want to stare a little longer.
my final request.this'll be the last time i put my heart on your porch and the last time i'll slip faded pieces of poetry under your door when you're asleep. when my song has been sung, i'll stop painting my wishes on your ceiling and humming lullabies at moonrise. i won't come knocking at your door any longer or whispering into the back of your neck when you're walking away. you won't feel my fingers pulling on the edge of your shirt or slipping in your back pocket or clinging to the corner of your heart, because it's obvious that none of it belongs to me any longer.my final request.6 years ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
i promise, this'll be it.
so, don't run or ignore this or throw it away, because i swear, this will be the last you hear from me. i'll erase myself from your life and throw the pieces into the wind to be carried to wherever it is you aren't. i'll fold in the corner until i'm nothing more than an ink smudge on your personal history. i'll erode and fade and diminish until the morning comes when you wake up and wonder if i was anything more
Alone In The DarkAlone In The Dark6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
There are days
when I feel
all the colors
have drained away
and I float
on a lake
of pristine glass
beneath a sky
bereft of meaning
and regrets flutter
like desperate wings
against the walls
of boxed memories
all treasured tokens
adrift and alone
in the dark...
Feminism is no longer feminismFeminism is no longer feminismFeminism is no longer feminism7 years ago in Editorial More Like This
What has happened to all the women who claimed to be feminist? The number of real feminists in the actuality is really small compared to the past century and all that is thanks to a misconception of the topic.
Feminism principal objective is for both genders to be considered as equals and to have the same rights, but now feminism is seen as the way of thinking that women are better than men and therefore should have more rights and opportunities than men. People who claim to be pro-feminists are mostly separatist feminist who share many characteristics with misanthropes, or people who have an extreme hatred towards men just because they are men. After haring how women talk about men and feeling the hatred they have towards men saying that that feeling is part of being a feminist there is no wonder why there exists anti-feminist movements.
Women who hate men arent any better than the men who used to treat women as inferior beings, but that is somethi
neverlandi'm giving myself ten minutes to grow up,neverland3 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
and with every minute that passes i am remembering
balloons and party hats and streamers
and the second star to the right,
straight on 'til morning.
every year i write myself a poem for my birthday,
but this year i think i'll write a poem about
peter pan and he'll die in the end and everyone
will be sad. i'll be the saddest though,
because there comes a point in your life
when you realize that you're not peter pan,
or wendy, or even a lost boy.
(how sad, i think, to be lost but not a lost boy.
it doesn't matter though, because neverland isn't
real and now look, i'm another year older, and what
have i even done with my life?)
today i'm twenty-three and peter pan is dead.
my ten minutes have passed and i still haven't
grown up. people around me forget how to talk
to mermaids, and no one claps because no one
believes in fairies, or flying, or themselves.
today every birthday candle looks like a bone
and i still have so many wishes left to make.
Settle Down with Me: Chapter 33LIAM'S POV:Settle Down with Me: Chapter 334 years ago in Romance More Like This
I tried to pack as slowly as possible, every time I got close to my bed I felt like I was going to break in half. Emily was snuggled in my covers, wearing every piece of my clothing possible with a tiny pout on her face. She helped me decide what to bring and how much of everything I would need. This was easily the worst part of my job, having to leave people behind. I sighed sadly as I held up my dark jeans in front of her for inspection.
"Two pairs, at least" She said in a quiet voice. I nodded and grabbed the trousers, stuffing them into my luggage with the rest of my clothes. I was doing my best to act happy until I actually left but Emily's sad eyes weren't helping at all.
"Forget it, I'm not leaving" I announced as I flopped down onto the bed. Emily smiled and held her hands out to me, opening and closing her fingers. I crawled down to lay on top of her, my chin resting on her stomach as I stared at her face.
EmbersYou're so beautiful I'm taken aback, everytimeEmbers6 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
You seem to smile at nothing at all.
In this roomful of your tears I'm all dry.
And I can't help but ask
If I should cry for you.
Because everytime I am overwhelmed (almost enthralled)
At the way your hair touches your forehead,
And how the smile never seems to reach your
If you could tell me one thing I wouldn't
Want to know,
You could explain to me the horizons that
Embrace the distance in your eyes -
Because the length of their fields
Never fails to keep me in awe (almost captivated).
I would never dream of extinguishing the embers -
The smoldering coals -
Because when the smoke appears
I am trapped in its essence
And I can't help but wonder
If you will break into flame.
I am mesmerized (almost hypnotized)
By the flickering of your stare.
ConfusionConfusion5 years ago in Free Verse More Like This
What's that sound echoing from my chest?
The continuous beating without rest
It quickens at the appearance of your name
Pumps the blood quicker when touched without shame
My mind become delirious with thought
Daydreaming of a cold wet day that was hot
When reinforced walls came tumbling down
And ice queen lost her crown
Do I want this?
Do I want him?
I miss, I want the touch of his skin
I want to be held
I want to hold
I love, like the way he was bold
Even if right now it isn't just
Is this love?
Harry Styles Fan Fic Chapter 3Jamie's POV:Harry Styles Fan Fic Chapter 33 years ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"Jamie loves animals." Liam said, his voice getting closer. I took his hint and silently bolted. I ran down the stairs and jumped onto the couch, landing on my back across Zayn, Louis, and Niall's lap.
"Oi!" Niall shouted at me. Louis and Zayn just laughed. I smiled up at him since my head was in his lap.
"Someone looks like she just got some good news." Zayn said with a grin. I chuckled. Just then, Harry and Liam came downstairs.
"Well no one's dead so I'll take that as a good sign." Louis mused. Liam smiled and Harry looked relieved. Liam winked at me and I smiled back. I love my brother. I really do.
"Uh, Jamie, can I talk to you for a minute?" Harry asked. The lads cheered and wolf whistled while Liam smile and Harry blushed.
"Sure." I said, sitting up onto Louis's lap. I started to get up when Louis wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight to his chest.
"He's mine! You can't have him!" Louis protested.
"Then why are you holding on to her?" Zayn questioned.
Settle Down with Me: Chapter 38LIAM'S POV:Settle Down with Me: Chapter 384 years ago in Romance More Like This
I followed her outside to the backyard, her head looking down at the ground while she walked. I heard someone cough behind me; I turned around just before I stepped outside to see Anne and Gemma giving me thumbs up.
"Good luck" Gemma whispered as Anne beamed, probably trying to make me feel better. I laughed quietly and thanked them before I slipped through the glass doors and walked towards the swing, Emily dangling her feet over the edge of it.
My plan was a lot easier when I wasn't actually here. I tried to calm myself down as I walked towards her, my brain buzzing with how I could explain this to her. I had to tell her about Danielle, that was a given, and it wouldn't be pleasant- this I was sure of. I took the last final steps to the swing, sitting down next to her so our legs were touching. I looked over to her sad face as she stared down at the ground some more, but she di
Look- Alike: Chapter 46 Lilah was proving herself to be no help in making me feel comfortable with leaving the country. We sat on my bed, wrapped around each other in a tight hug sobbing like little kids for at least an hour. I cried into her bony shoulder, my face wet and puffy from all the tears.Look- Alike: Chapter 463 years ago in Romance More Like This
"We were supposed to be packing" I sniffled quietly.
"I don't want you to leave bitch" She shot back as her arms locked tighter around my shoulders.
"Then I won't go"
"Don't be daft, you've been waiting for this your whole damn life, you're going" She snapped as her eyes looked into mine seriously. I nodded slowly, letting out a small whimper before attaching myself to her again.
"You promise to come visit me all the time?" I whispered as I looked over her shoulder to stare at my window.
"And you'll take good care of Benny?" I pouted as my eyes flashed down to land on my fat dog that I loved more than anything in the world.
Settle Down With Me: Chapter 39HARRY'S POV:Settle Down With Me: Chapter 394 years ago in Romance More Like This
I looked down at her shocked face mirroring mine. I stared into the dark eyes I had been falling for all year and I felt my stomach flip inside my body. I kissed her; I had finally kissed Emily Carlisle. I watched to see her reacting, hoping she wouldn't slap me, but she seemed to be frozen underneath me, her mouth a small O shape that just begged to be kissed again. I cleared my throat quietly as I held my weight on either side of her face, the last thing I wanted to do was crush her tiny frame.
"Emily" I whispered, her face finally moving, her eyes flashing up to look at me as she sat up so fast I went flying onto my back. I rubbed my sore head and started to lift myself up as she moved across the room, perched on the end of her bed, her small fingers trailing over her mouth.
"Babe can we talk about this?" I asked quietly as I stared at her panicked face.
"You kissed me" She said breathlessly, avoiding my question com